1965 (Camp Maria Pratt, Connecticut)
We were going to go on our bike hike today, but it was too rainy and such. Instead we hiked to Long Meadow, a new swimming area 3 miles from camp. I got a sunburned a bit.
We lost the Tall Timbers - Indian Rock softball game 5-1.
1966 (Mexico)
My last day at school. It wasn’t too bad. I only had to sing “16 Tons” once.
I came home at noon, feeling a little week and sick. Took a Philip’s tablet and now I’m fine. I slept a while, too.
Mr. D got me mad tonight. They told me EXACTLY what I should wrote in my report. Called my outline a patchwork, hodge-podge. How was I to know what they wanted? Then he started with this “teenagers are mean” bit. And they tell me not to make hasty generalizations.
Talked to Raul and Juan, read the Bible, kissed Juan good night, good morning, good afternoon, good night, etc.
I like him. And he loves me. I think.
One more day!
Comment 2023
Read the Bible?
1997 (UUMAC)
My final sense of UUMAC was that it was a wonderful, energizing community experience, once I was able to become part of it. It is hard to tell what the barrier was, or if it was internal or external. But I made some nice connections and had some really special solitary moments. I came home and have slept a lot. It was good, all in all.
Today was Sunday and I intend to take it as a day of rest and reflection. I am too tired and too disconnected to really be able to engage myself in work of any kind. So I will wait until after dark and then perhaps just do menus for the week.
Update 2023
As a co-quarantina with my Covid-positive husband, I am testing today to see if he’s passed it along to me. So far so good; still negative. Remember the advice from Khalil Gibran:
On Marriage
Then Almitra spoke again and said, And
what of Marriage, master?
And he answered saying:
You were born together, and together you
shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when the white
wings of death scatter your days.
Ay, you shall be together even in the
silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance
between you.
Love one another, but make not a bond
of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between
the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.
Whoohoo a Gibran reference! I associate him with my Berkeley, post college days, most likely cause of the long evenings hanging out with a stone sculptor who eventually became a yoga instructor out on the East Coast.